I've bumped into at least three people in town who all insist 'Winter's Bone' is about them.

I didn't really expect to be coming to the Oscars.

It's not always to the benefit of the story to have it so preordained.

I had been born shoved to the margins of the world, sure, but I had volunteered for the pits.

But I've been at writing long enough now to know that every three or four books I have to start a new direction.

I said shut up once already, with my mouth.

Ree, brunette and sixteen, with milk skin and abrupt green eyes, stood bare-armed in a fluttering yellowed dress, face to the wind, her cheeks reddening as if smacked and smacked again.